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Anne
choked
back
a
mad
desire
to
laugh
with
the
conviction
that
it
would
be
fatal
,
and
then
earnestly
set
about
saving
Marilla
’
s
reputation
.
“
Why
,
Davy
Keith
,
”
she
said
solemnly
,
“
something
dreadful
HAS
happened
to
you
this
very
day
.
”
Davy
looked
sceptical
.
“
I
s
’
pose
you
mean
being
sent
to
bed
without
any
supper
,
”
he
said
scornfully
,
“
but
THAT
isn
’
t
dreadful
.
Course
,
I
don
’
t
like
it
,
but
I
’
ve
been
sent
to
bed
so
much
since
I
come
here
that
I
’
m
getting
used
to
it
.
And
you
don
’
t
save
anything
by
making
me
go
without
supper
either
,
for
I
always
eat
twice
as
much
for
breakfast
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
mean
your
being
sent
to
bed
.
I
mean
the
fact
that
you
told
a
falsehood
today
.
And
,
Davy
,
”
.
.
.
Anne
leaned
over
the
footboard
of
the
bed
and
shook
her
finger
impressively
at
the
culprit
.
.
.
“
for
a
boy
to
tell
what
isn
’
t
true
is
almost
the
worst
thing
that
could
HAPPEN
to
him
.
.
.
almost
the
very
worst
.
So
you
see
Marilla
told
you
the
truth
.
”
“
But
I
thought
the
something
bad
would
be
exciting
,
”
protested
Davy
in
an
injured
tone
.
“
Marilla
isn
’
t
to
blame
for
what
you
thought
.
Bad
things
aren
’
t
always
exciting
.
They
’
re
very
often
just
nasty
and
stupid
.
”
“
It
was
awful
funny
to
see
Marilla
and
you
looking
down
the
well
,
though
,
”
said
Davy
,
hugging
his
knees
.
Anne
kept
a
sober
face
until
she
got
downstairs
and
then
she
collapsed
on
the
sitting
room
lounge
and
laughed
until
her
sides
ached
.
